Sorry folks; no 'Yibby Yibbida'

Well, those of you who recognise the title, will understand. It refers to the lack of old Bertie Barble appearance on the river bank, although I have to say that JP managed tpo hook one of these beasts.

Oh by the way, this blog is being typed in a rain shower, too humid for fun, and sadly no thunder, something we have been short of, too short I say. And currently playing is some very ambient music, going by the title of 'Cascade'.

The picture is the lovel weir at Claverton, just outside of Bath, where the Kingfishers have more success than me. Still we shall not be put of by the fishes refusing to co-operate. We can't blame them, they are basically dumb beasts,its just a little off putting being outwitted by a fish....However I can say that I have smashed my PB in the Chub department. Sadly being ba summer fish it was lean and not at all 'chubby', still a greedy bugger.

I am also a little disapointed with the clouds, they have looked good, I can't deny that, its just they have not done what they promised, and I find that a bit frustrating, although they did give Frome a good rinse, and that can't be a bad thing.

The Beast From Crockerton.
Well, Sunday a couple of weeks ago was when it all went right, I popped down to the lake, after a couple of false starts, such as forgetting the unhooking mat, then nearly there when I realised that I also forgotton my Ventalin. Life eh, but we are meant to over come these challenges, and like a hero of old, I soldiered on. Settle in to no 15, a pitch where I had lost something with some power to it previously, I used a technique pioneered at Charts Plain back in the '98, or there abouts. First fish was my forst doubole from the lake, a lovely common, second was a couple of ounces under the magic 10lb morak, a brace of lovely red eyed 'tinca's', then my second double, just 4oz over the magic line, but not too be sniffed at. I felt eleated, and decided that I should go soon, as to avoid having the session ruined by catching a bream. One of those slimey beasts can ruin your whole day. I brought the right hand rod in, and kept going with the Avon Special, with the Charts Plain method, I decied on one final cast, was it the spirit of old Issac? Methinks so. So quickl;y did the float slide away, I thought that the settings had somehow changed themselves, but on raising the rod tip, it bent double and something very powerful was one the end, it chatged out into the centre of tke lake, I gave thanks to the piscatorial gods that it avoided the mess of alder roots on either side of me. The beast proceed to turn around in circles in front of me, each time it came within range,a large tail flapped on the surface, and gave me a soaking. It was like a cooling shower in the midst of a July heatwave, and when it slid over the rim of the net I knew I had a new pb, but by how much. I had weighed the net, and it came in at 2.8.0, but that is always a slightly dodgy measure, and saturation and dripping can effect accuracy 10oz better than the old record, which came from Little Shearwater.

The Beats, roll on Bertie the Barbel